A phone call made Feng Linwan leap up from the sofa, "What?! Ruoxin is missing?!"
"Find her!"
"Hurry and find her for me!"
Half an hour ago, the bodyguard said Du Ruoxin got into a man's car. Feng Linwan had wanted to have the bodyguard pull her out of the car.
But everyone has privacy, everyone has personal space.
Her son was too much of a scoundrel, having just angered his wife. If she intervened now, it might only cause her daughter-in-law to resent her.
Moreover, the bodyguard said Du Ruoxin willingly got into the man's car, so Feng Linwan had only ordered them to follow.
Good news also came from the bodyguards stationed at Ai Wei's residential complex.
Rong Jingyang saw Ai Wei's "true face." No matter how sadly she cried or how eloquently she spoke, he left.
Without a trace of hesitation.
Feng Linwan's uneasy heart finally felt a sliver of relief.
As long as her son was disappointed in Ai Wei, as long as her son came back to see Ruoxin, their marital relationship would surely be restored.
However, this phone call shattered Feng Linwan's beautiful vision.
She hurriedly called her son, "Your wife is missing!"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
"Rong Jingyang, if you don't find my daughter-in-law, I'll skin you alive!"
Du Ruoxin is missing?
Didn't he say he was coming home for dinner? What tantrum was she throwing now?
Rong Jingyang's already somber mood was overlaid with a layer of frost. He instructed Mu Li to search, and then he drove to the club alone.
The e-city branch of the Binhai Yunjian Entertainment Club had Rong Group holding a 35% stake, making them the largest shareholder, surpassing the owner—Qin Group. However, Rong Group only had dividend rights, not decision-making power. All management and operational models of the club were handled entirely by Qin Group.
"I say, Jingyang, you've been drinking since you arrived today, and you've nearly finished a bottle." Qin Yunxi, the chairman of Qin Group, glanced at the dejected man. "What, did your wife run off with someone?"
The Qin family and the Rong family were old acquaintances. Qin Yunxi was one of the few who knew that Rong Jingyang was married with children.
Rong Jingyang punched Qin Yunxi, "Your wife ran off with someone!"
Qin Yunxi dodged the attack. "Tsk tsk, drunk? Starting to talk nonsense?"
He had no wife, only a revolving door of girlfriends.
What had stimulated Rong Jingyang to want to numb himself with alcohol? Looking at the way he was drinking, he must have been deeply hurt.
"If it's not your wife running off, what else could make you drown your sorrows in alcohol?" Qin Yunxi was full of curiosity, but unfortunately, he couldn't extract more information from Rong Jingyang's inscrutable face. What a disappointment.
"Can't the airport be built? Rejected by the central government?" Qin Yunxi guessed.
That didn't seem right. How could work matters trouble the workaholic Rong Jingyang? Among their group of super-rich second-generation heirs, only Rong Jingyang worked as hard as a first-generation rich person.
"No, no." Receiving no response, Qin Yunxi could only talk to himself. "It's not a public affair, nor is it about romance. What could make you so disheartened?"
Rong Jingyang ignored Qin Yunxi's nagging until he received a phone call. He turned away from the bar, "I'm leaving."
Wait, hey...
How could he just leave like that? Completely ignoring him?
Qin Yunxi strode forward, relentlessly pursuing him like a curious baby. "Tell me, haven't you heard that drowning your sorrows only makes your sorrows worse?"
"Keeping it bottled up won't make the answer magically appear."
Rong Jingyang glanced at him sideways. "I'm waiting for someone."
Qin Yunxi: "...Who, who is it?"
This was awkward. He had been performing solo for so long... It was a wonder Rong Jingyang could remain so composed!
"Screech—"
Suddenly, Rong Jingyang's phone vibrated. He took it out and saw it was Ai Wei calling.
He directly slid the red button, hanging up.
Qin Yunxi's eyelids twitched incessantly. He felt like a clown in a zoo, utterly infuriated.
"The person we've been looking for recently," Rong Jingyang said calmly.
Qin Yunxi's eyes widened abruptly. "You mean... the expert who developed synthetic gasoline has been contacted?"
He excitedly rubbed his hands together. "Holy crap, crap, crap, crap!"
This was it!
No, his family's money was enough for several lifetimes.
Qin Yunxi was exceptionally excited, more so than the thrill of painstakingly winning a woman's first night. "Where is it? Our club?"
Rong Jingyang nodded. "Mm."
Both were excited, at least Qin Yunxi was. His features seemed to be dancing.
Entering the private room, Qin Yunxi was extremely enthusiastic, showing none of the composure expected of a group chairman. "Esteemed experts, thank you for your hard work. Welcome to e-city, Country A."
Huh...
Qin Yunxi's gaze was somewhat hesitant. There were five people in total, but the one standing at the center was a young girl who looked no older than 20.
He suspiciously glanced at Rong Jingyang: [Are you sure this little girl is the expert? Not a model or celebrity you hired to charm the experts?]
Rong Jingyang didn't look at his friend. He extended his hand, his expression solemn, and said, "Hello, I'm Rong Jingyang."
The woman also extended her hand to shake his. "Hello, Grace Frances Kelly."
Seeing this, Qin Yunxi could only temporarily suppress his doubts and introduce himself. "Beautiful lady, I am Qin Yunxi, Rong's partner."
Grace politely shook his hand, but her gaze remained fixed on Rong Jingyang. "I heard you are a leading figure in Country A?"
This, why did it sound like there was more to it?
Rong Jingyang did not deny it and nodded without pretense. "Miss Kelly, if you have something to say, please be direct."
Grace smiled faintly, the heroism in her brows adding a touch of a strong woman's aura. "Mr. Rong, you're straightforward. I like that."
Taking out her phone, she flipped to a photo and said in fluent Chinese, "Help me find her."
"Before meeting you, I had already been to ten countries."
"Whoever finds her first, I will cooperate with them."
Rong Jingyang's deep, knowing eyes locked onto the phone screen. This: "——————"
Qin Yunxi leaned over. "Who is it?"
The moment he saw the woman's face, he choked, "Pfft—"